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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.1924 “Another Off The List: Another On"

The hard part about having too much to do Is writing down a list The hardest part about writing down a list Is that it is one more thing to do On the newly formed list Of things to do Now there is one more thing to do DONE There is one less thing to do now On the long list of many things to do They are good things Careful, loving things Groceries, Dishes, Laundry, Sleep Taxes, Writing, Eating, Sleep Finding rest at end of day Finding words, to her, to say Getting out with strangers dare Knowing that the world doesn’t play fair There is so much left yet to do I wonder what comes next I wonder if you wonder too

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armsdealing · 5 years

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DETAILS / MANNER OF SPEECH / JANUS

COMPLEXITY

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janus has an expansive vocabulary, but the complexity of his speech varies wildly depending on external circumstances and his mood.

PROFANITY

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creativity : ◼◼◼◼◻

watchfulness : ◼◼◼◻◻

( BOLD ALL THAT APPLY ) : arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. son of a whore. twat. wanker.

( GIVEN PROPER RELIGIOUS CONTEXT ) : christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. (bloody) hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h. christ. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

as a rule, janus doesn’t swear, and his insults tend to be subtler or back-handed, preferring to rely on sarcasm. he’s quite creative with them, and they’re often made of old idioms and phrases that might not even belong to earth.

THIS OR THAT?

contractions or enunciation ? straightforward or cryptic ? jargon or toned ? complexity or simplicity ? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ? formalities or abrasiveness ? insult or injury ? praise or equivocation ? frankness or lies ? excessive or minimal hand gestures ? name-calling or magnanimity ? friendly or blunt nicknames ?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

does your character’s point come across easily when they speak ?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

would your character initiate conversations ?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

would your character be the one to end conversations ?

almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

would your character use ‘whom’ in a sentence ?

yes / no / only ironically

your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use ?

but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps

how would your character pick up the phone ?

hello / hey / hi / yellow / yo / yeah / [name] / what’s up / who is this / what do you want / can i help you?

how does your character end conversations ?

walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t

how does your character address others ?

titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames

what social class would others assume your character belongs to, hearing them speak ?

upper / middle / lower

in what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others ?

accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t

again, much of janus’ speech is ruled by current needs (making an active effort to be understood when he needs to be understood, for example) but when there’s no need for anything in particular, whim is what drives it. so, it’s quite malleable when it comes to vocab, structure, honesty and clarity or even his accent, which is far from fixed.

accent-wise, usually you can expect very vague north american one (more canadian than american, though you need to listen closely), or a not-at-all-marked estuary accent, or even a french-speaking-english one. this usually depends on which of his human identities he’s impersonating.

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#* janus.#hc.#misc.#janus: [ends a conversation simply by disappearing without warning]#yeah sounds like him

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i-ghd · 7 years

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The seventh series of Game of Thrones opens open Sunday July 16th (2017). In the US it will be screened on the HBO cable channel. Sky will show it for UK viewers on Sky Atlantic. It will also be available on Sky's NOWTV, the best option for watching it on the go or without a traditional TV connection - it's accessible through a browser.

Picture:”The Dark Hedges”, N. Ireland. By the writer.

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Game of Thrones country

We were on a quest to a spooky place, deep in the countryside. Night was closing in. Malign forces were messing with our satnav. Or were we just out of signal?

The clammy Northern Ireland mist did not help. Now, what did she say? First on the left, and turn right? Or right, then first left?

A little bewildered huddle of true devotees, caught in our headlights, was the give-away. They stood at the entrance to the ancient tunnel of entangling beech trees. This is the Dark Hedges. one of the prime stops on the Game of Thrones circuit.

I would love to have been in the car with the HBO location scouts when they first set eyes on this eerie and magical spot. Today millions who will never come here, and the thousands who do, will know it as the King's Road, where Arya is captured in Season 2, episode 1. Everybody else need only marvel at it as a famous landmark, planted 300 years by the Stuart family to mark the entrance to Gracehill House.

The Dark Hedges was the appropriate place to end the first day of our Game of Thrones-themed Northern Ireland tour. We began in Belfast, 60 miles to the south, where they film interior sequences for the series in one of Europe’s largest film studios. It stands next to the Titanic Belfast, opened in 2012 as the province’s first big 21st Century tourist attraction, to commemorate the city’s great ship building history, and the ill-fatted vessel built here.

Game of Thrones is an international TV phenomenon, and it has the budget to film at strange and wonderful locations anywhere it pleases. It has found them in Iceland, in Croatia, in Spain. But it is the castles, woods, lakes, forests, mountains and moorlands scattered across the four corners of the six counties, that keep drawing the production team back to Northern Ireland.

This is the travel phenomenon of our times. Only New Zealand, promoting the locations where Lord of the Rings was made, can boast as much film-generated tourism.

Let me confess. I have never seen a single episode, or read a word of George R.R. Martin's fantasy novels on which the series is based. And I don't think it matters a jot. So even if you know nothing of Sansa and Littlefinger, of Jorah and Tyrion, and can’t tell the Sept of Baelor from the Frostfangs, follow the tourist board’s copious directions to Game of Thrones locations, and you will still take in a powerful mixture of landscape, little ports, wide sandy beaches, and ancient buildings, just as they are, free of fantasy.

Driving north out of Belfast, our first destination had been Glenarm. This is one of the string of drowsy little ports on the east and north coasts, sheltering under the Antrim Hills. On our visit all was still, save for a single seal patrolling the little harbour. The beautiful 18th Century walled garden in the grounds of Glenarm Castle was a bonus. They gave us the famous Northern Ireland warm welcome in Steensons Jewellers, where they make the brooches for the series.

Just to the north is Cushendun. This pretty village was once the terminus for the shortest ferry crossing from Scotland (14 miles). Today much of it is in the care of the National Trust. It was designed by architect Clough Williams-Ellis in 1912. He has his own link to TV fantasy, as the creator of Portmerion in N Wales, the setting for the perplexing series The Prisoner.

On the north-facing coast, Game of Thrones filmed on the immense empty beaches. Portstewart Strand and Murlough Bay are wide and golden, but Downhill, an endless sweep of sand stretching all the way to the Foyle Estuary is the leading lady - it is Dragonstone in the series. There is space for an army of fans. even in high summer.

Nowhere is far away in N. Ireland. A drive of a few hours drive took us to the deep south west, to County Fermanagh. Game of Thrones came filming in Pollnagollum Cave, recently designated as part of the UNESCO Marble Arch Caves Global Geopark. We skipped the subterranean darkness and played our alternative Game of Stones, tracking down the C6th (two-faced) Janus stone in a quiet churchyard on Boa Island. Our most spectacular find was the C12th round tower on Devenish Island at Enniskillen.

Best of all were the mighty views from the hills above Lough Erne, which is as wide and beautiful as any water in the Lake District but so little known. Sheltered among the mountains, it was the ideal safe base during the war for the RAF Catalina flying boats that protected the Atlantic convoys. It was an ideal location, too, for the G8 world leaders, who met at the secluded Lough Erne Resort.

On our last day we drove back the east coast, to the quiet countryside 30 miles south of Belfast, around the foothills of the Mourne Mountains. There are enough Games locations here to detain and please the most besotted fan, as well as the uninitiated non-watcher. Tollymore Forest Park, for example, performs that dual purpose. It could be the Haunted Forest, home of the dreaded White Walker; or just a wonderful place where you find some of the finest decorative trees on the island, on the foothills of the Mournes.

Further north, on the banks of Strangford Lough, is Castle Ward, one of many fine National Trust stately homes in the province. It struck touristic gold when it was chosen as the setting for Winterfell in the series.

Inch Abbey is not far away. Magnificent and empty among the intense green hills below Belfast, it was our last stop. They filmed Rob Stark’s camp here. But, for once, fact trumps fiction. The abbey had a role in the real life Game of Thrones. Who reduced it to a ruin? Our very own Henry VIII.

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Game of Thrones locations

Gareth travelled to Northern Ireland on Stena Line from Cairnryan to Belfast.

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env0writes · 3 months

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.24.24 “Morning Glories"

Change of schedules; habits Rituals – within rituals I look to the bed like a distant forlorn lover The wick burnt low of love Why am I not in that embrace What keeps me but myself From that doorway to tomorrow Am I afraid of the days to come? That I will prolong, even the moon Stop the inconstant moon in the sky Break a habit of waiting For a reason to rest

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.17.24 “Unforgiving Hours"

So much of the year has gone by Faster as if it could fly As it zooms by and bye No matter how hard that I try To hold on Every bit of it fleeting and gone I’d lasso and catch the sun Were it not so swiftly nor brightly shone In the sky overhead When I’m laying in bed Whether I follow, or led The time keeps on racing instead Of taking its time What crime To surpass the day’s own prime Without even a whisper from the wind chime Tinkling in tandem with twinkly stars above What esper of vesper can be overhead, dove? So quickly to seasons of love And onward to some distant place others will shove Like the days marching on, and over any in their way

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.9.24 “True Love's Full Draw"

I need to stop falling in love Let me stride towards you with confidence And fear But onwards towards you with intention Building each red-string wrap of love Sorrow may come with soldier– marched in Rows upon phalanxes lines So too does arrow fly loose like arrows Pointed, not indirect in their direction Struck and springing blushed affection Love is not a stairwell down, nor wire tripped Not a pothole or puddle or slippery slope Love is an archer Strong armed and sturdy Loose the slings and arrows of misfortune For amidst their adversity is the labor of love Hammered with steel and sickled with harvest Make each reaction, to ever action let me succumb Greater and greater into that adoration, affectation That we call love I will make my love intentional, Multi-dimensional So that when soldiers of sorrow Sweep across my heart My aim will be steadfast and true Able to beat back the blue days A few days of silence for an evening of laughter Is all that I am after with someone sought after When the battle is over and clear sky approaches If the love was worth fighting for it shall endure A greater ascension Renewed with intention Will defy even gravity’s pace As the heart, will surely race

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.8.24 "Isle of Dawn"

Leave this city of ruin On wings and boats of light Pluck a star from the evening And let it steer you right Now all the mountains are worn Wearied to pebble and sand Is this the bright future imagined? Is this what our elders had planned? Here, this is not a place we can thrive in Survive in, or grow With this star, fallen –crestfallen– Through the darkness, will show This is an isle, worth all ire, of dawn Cresting: horizons, opportunity, hope Will these stars take us, far from our home Or will they lead us to green to snow? Towards heaven and ruin, we surely go How far from home will dreams shift and stray Perhaps safe and home, is where we should stay

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env0writes · 4 months

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.6.24 "Retie or Retire these Severed Strings?"

Have I been a dutiful son? Was I a beautiful one? A font of joy and blood Forty days and nights, it flood Stigmata, stick-man hanging by a thread Echoing the words, bounced around in my head As I lay Dying some distant May Did I perform my filial duty Had I lived with grace and beauty Should I bother to heed such bloodied roles? The world a stage, a battle with many foes How much blood to bleed for apologies What’s left of me, after all of these…

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.3.24 “Resolute That The World Must Grow Kinder”

Every year I am asked to change To be better But I have been kind for countless years Why must I be the one to make the stars rearrange? It is not my year for resolution The world and those about Are overdue for kindness, they live without There is no grand and violent revolution How silly and little we seem celebrating Once more around the track we revolve Refusing, recycling, and re-using to evolve Happy birthday Gaia, Earth, towards tomorrow accelerating I am not Going to use my time and slipping sand Fueling fire, crooks, and stealing books with guarded hand My deeds may never change the world, as a cosmonaut Why not? Make a change worth counting Loose as it may be in my pocket Kept tight ‘round my nape in a locket Is an obstacle of the self, worth surmounting Why must wishes be for anything other than mundane? There is magic and wonder in the worlds kindness, that will remain Birthday wishes, each year I always give my best It is time for kindness to be learned and earned by all the rest

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.20.24 “Paper Trails"

The Law only ever serves The Capitol And the Law only ever serves The Capital I learned as a child in the Alphabet Song A before O, but somehow this seems wrong They say in triplicate, in houses two and branches three Balance the blind scales and ruling might, oh, Land of Free Where the Price is (not) Right, but there’s one for everything How many servants to the public Left, or Right wing? Once a child would look for songs and be sued Tallying the cell-days they’ve accrued Only for Brokers and Investors to whine That the world isn’t fair, “What’s mine is mine and yours is mine!” What use is a system with one singular pursuit With Constituents begging to not be refute Businesses demanding for the use of our history Tailor-made adverts, machine-learned; no mystery The Capitol follows The Capital No matter how costly the flaw The Capital cares not for The Law In the future that they have foresaw

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.28.24 "LOVELESS"

Soldier on dreamer, the sky, you will see someday A single cloud to rest beneath, for you are beloved Blue skies hold only joy, in the coming dawn-winged dove Fallen, like city tiles or angels, Where now will you fly away? Fluttering wings of day and night, above the dreamer walking Whose fate is held in promised burdened hands Monsters are roaming in man and beast, in cities and fields across the land Is there a hero beloved by one? Someone? Anyone? Even in the making Head up, dreamer, pride may be the fall, as was for so many wingéd From the rivers to the streams Restless is the wanderer who nightly dreams Such godly gifts are these to carry ahead Tomorrow’s dreams may shatter the soul, Pluck pride like stripped wings Over these sorrows, whose voice sings? Clouds weep and wail, for flowers’ joyous toll The waves of heart and mind flux and flow In salvation or slumber, corrupted by journey’s end The tortures endured, saved by tormenting nightmares by a friend Broken winged are we, hold fast together we might fly, and go When dreams are loosed like arrows from divine bows Divining and dividing fates Will honor or dreams or love be what awaits? When old friends become old foes Surely in silence the wind will leave ripples on the water With lofty dreams, ambitions, hope, and other terrible passions Worn to hide our truthful eyes, in plainest fashions Bring to life such desires, barren from slaughter As the wings surely fly So the quiet silver dew whispers of morning Dreamer, oh, Soldier, nothing shall cease the sun, you, from returning Plead, do not make of thou this sacrifice, to spare us pained goodbye The storm will end with tufted clouds and blue shining in the eyes A hope --nay-- promise fluttered with fallen feathers, a loved sunrise

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.16.24 “Beat Upon My Breast"

Devour me oh, love of life pursued When longing life to have and use When sword is sold for metal made to wed Like shackles that will bind me to my bed Should such a maw as love consume Let it be -ated and the life resume What sweet succored, suckered pain Do we depose to seek love plain Blind fools we are, oh lovers, we With visions true, eyes do oft flee With lovers hand and killers word No pleading bargains shall be heard Oh, night, beneath thy chaliced moon Grant gentle love so great to bring to ruin With tooth and nail and bone and blood and life From lovers anguish cease such aching strife

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.26.24 "Burgeoned-Burgundy Moon"

Quiet beasts of the night Prowlers of the Hunter Moon Garbed in your furs and your blacks and your whites Stripes streaked with scarlet, with crimson blood rites Who sang the songs to name you with such fear Scholared madmen, pursuant of acclaim? Ignorant to the spectered shadow in the mirror Wipe their face, perplexed with trails of blood; How queer Victims of the city’s streets strewn red Pounding, pleading at the doors, party goers echo cheers, jeers Overhead the moon hangs low like the stalker’s head To what dark delights shall these roads lead Blood, through the streets, the streams, like veins Beaten from the heart of the city Badum-badum, daylight’s rise, who remains? Predator-prey, pray with those hands, bloodstains Gentle prowlers, howlers to the moon The street-beast-bloodied city’s yours With toothy maw and snarling grin, crackle and croon This dream has rotted from within - the dreamer waketh soon Beneath the hunter moon who else but hunters hunt For if the beastly-ghastly dream persists Who else but hunters is there to confront? When rash and bloody deeds are done and dripping from their teeth Hunters-Beasts — Exalt. Exeunt!

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.21.24 “Rainspotting"

Out past the grocery market Middle of the field Hoping for a lightning bolt – Zeus! Or is the rain alone the domain of Poseidon? Give me a mystery with less hesitation Not even the hostess can seat me Let alone greet me As they too are snobbily assessing the skies Give us a sprinkle or misting Something off of the menu couture A hale winter storm Full of sleet or of hail With the wind roaring loud as it wails Out of reach of my car My umbrella too far As the rain, spotted rain! Crashes down Not one single bolt Not a sizzle nor crack Seems to bless me On this chilly threshold Precipice to precipitation One so highly anticipated Galloping, galloping, I can’t err No mistake to be made in the rain It is plain that it's over too soon With a lion-dubbed roar With dinner and din Not a mist or a sprinkle or drizzle Just shy of deluge Not to greatly misuse As slowly it came How quickly it left Like a lover Or waiter – night’s end

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.12.24 “Midwest Madness"

Not every day will be noteworthy Not every day will bring joy Not every day will have success Not every day will see sun Not every day will be entered in to a journal Not every day will you remember– –how happy you are to have one

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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.29.24 “Silly Semi-Decade Facade”

Banana lamma-o-Rama ding dong Carol let's will sing-song along Fumbling, thumbing the ring wrong Sized by eye Seismic lie Admit the truth, will or won't i If it fit and you had worn Checkbook too, and heart torn Coat check receipt, please, I'm leaving forlorn Hair; shorn short of opportunity, oh, lover Failing to eat, to meet expectations, so mother Mary, full of grace, for some other From shore to shining sea Over amber grass to ambergris You've mined my heart, leave the body be Coordinates uncoordinated, mediated not meditated Seeking consul or counselor, get myself medicated Wishing I would, wishing you won't, actions made are predicated Diamond in the rough Uncut, just as tough Ask the same, tone and pressure equals love

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